Star Tooth Banner
—a call to my friends, living or not
Corbin Louis
May we unite under the face of one star-tooth sky
for doomed posterity must rewind the script
And we are such doomed birds, I, like you—Kev
was born in the Oxy jaws, was born in the Big Gulp
and raised by the stalk of glucose fields
Behold, the dead friend glossary, Behold the
nebula crash site, drunk drivers in the ER church
I am with you, flock of crash dummies, I am with you
depressed monk, who does not pray, in Fairfax
I am with you, surviving on nacho cheese, chewing
on gas stations, we have all been chained to the cave
in one way or another, whether gunshot or Depakote
snowstorms or 9 to 5, such hands shake like cigarettes
like wind chimes, trust me, I too have suffered your
overdose, I too have cried and worked and spread-sheeted
the future into flat circles, boring, pneumonia, whatever
ailment seeks throats, like razed hearts crackling from the
molotov kiss, bomb me, seppuku, riot mouth, my splayed
guts diagram the McDonalds, and Coke, and outliving
4 friends in a haze of benzo shockwave, this American
flag, how it weeps of disability, how it stands for
grind, landlord and defcon 5, bury me then, with
the ones who said no, I respect suicide like most
can’t imagine, because I know that living with
disease is a gasoline question mark: Why you
chose the needle, why I sold the half, ate glass
and cut off my head as a gift to the ever-present
The answers are obvious: rotting brains and
white marble: the firebird drives us into
the ground and up again—so may we unite
there—somehow—everything different
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